Dropping the Ball

Post nut clarity hits hard. As the pleasure washed away, it once more allowed the pain to make its presence known in full. The soul crushing agony of my gelding radiated up from my lap and I whimpered as I felt my broken heart begin to beat. I remembered how Sweetie Belle had cheated on me, and I'd just cheated on her, and then Diamond Tiara had ensured that even if we managed to forgive each other, there was no patching our relationship back together. I could never be Sweetie Belle's stallion again.

I hung my head in shame as Diamond's hoof milked the last few drops of cum from my waning erection, I wondered if I'd ever have one of those again? As I looked down at the carnage, I could see it clearly now that my cock was retreating back into its sheath. Where there should have been two healthy balls were just a flat empty sack with a few lumps in it.

I'd been crushed, both literally and figuratively. Losing my first ball to Sweetie Belle hadn't been so bad at first. I knew she didn't mean to, and I'd almost started viewing it as a sacrifice of love. Forgiving her had just been a case of wanting to keep our relationship going. I still loved her, and she loved me, nothing needed to change because of my injury. Or at least that's what I had hoped. Now I realized what I hadn't back then, becoming less of a stallion had just been the first step on the road to losing both her and my other ball.

I was a gelding, and I had just lost the love of my life. I felt tears well up in my eyes.

“Aww, why so sad? Did somepony break your favorite toy?.”

Her voice reminded me she was still her, her sadistic evil hidden behind a thin layer of cheerfulness.

I whipped my head around to look at Diamond Tiara, the worst pony to ever enter my life. She was smiling, still flushed and looked content as if she was happy my world was literally shattering around me.

“You…” I began as I met her eyes, and saw no remorse there. “You are… a bad pony!”

“Am I?” she replied, feigning incredulity?”

“Yeah you are,” I affirmed. “You're a real bitch, downright evil and just the worst.”

“Oh my,” she clutched a set of imaginary pearls with the hoof that was still soggy with my cum and gave a surprisingly innocent looking face. “What did I do to deserve such harsh words from a gelding?”

“You gelded me!” I spat back at her. My voice was a low hiss. I was all too keenly aware of how thin the door separating me and my marefriend was. I had no idea how I was going to hide losing my other ball to her, but I just couldn't face the idea of her finding out I was utterly broken either.

“Mmm yes I did,” she grinned back at me, clearly still enjoying the fact as I felt her grind her marehood against the hoof still lodged between her legs, my hoof.

That was right, I'd helped her get off on cucking me. What was wrong with me?! I yanked my hoof away from her crotch in disgust.

“Aw,” she gave me a mock pout and just replaced it with her own. The same hoof that was still glistening with my last load, apparently she was not done rubbing it in. “Anyway, you asked for that, I was just trying to be a good friend.”

“Asked for this?!” I stared at her incredulously. “What made you think I wanted any of this?”

She nodded, still gently stroking both her ego and her clit. “Well you probably didn't want your girlfriend to get railed by a superior stallion but… she shrugged. “Shouldn’t you be happy she is happy? I was just trying to be a good friend to Sweetie Belle, and sometimes you have to compromise in a relationship.”

Again I stared at her. “The buck are you talking about?”

“Well, you wanted to be in a relationship with Sweetie Belle, and she wanted to be with a real stallion. Clearly you needed some form of compromise.”

My insecurities were beginning to eat at me. She was an evil bitch, but she wasn't entirely wrong.

“She may have let slip that her boyfriend wasn't everything she wished for in bed,” Diamond continued to gloat. “So as the good friend I am, I decided to fix that.”

“She wanted to be with me!” I shot back at her, not liking how whiny I sounded.

“Oh she still can, if she wants to,” Diamond dismissed my concerns. “After spending a few minutes alone with Rumble, she knows she can both be with you and have a satisfying sex life.”

The insult stung, but I knew it was true, I was never going to satisfy my marefriend again.

To my surprise Diamond put a hoof on me, a gesture that would have felt reassuring if it came from any other pony.

“Given the way she talks about you,” Diamond began, sounding almost reassuring, ‘I'm sure she still have feelings for you that not even Rumble could fuck out of her, so she probably still wants to be with you, even if she gets her bucks somewhere else.”

Do you really think so?” I asked her. The fact that maybe Sweetie Belle still had feelings for me lit a bit of hope in my broken heart. It wasn't much, but it was something to cling to.

“Yeah, probably,” Diamond said, giving me that grin that I hated. “As long as you can forgive her for cheating on you that is.“

I still didn't know how I felt about that. One one hoof it was a punch to the heart, but was it worth losing Sweetie Belle over it? I'd forgiven her before after all.

Diamond leaned back, looking quite proud of herself. “So I fixed her side of the relationship trouble and now the rest is up to you, the ball is in your court.” Her grin grew even more hateable. “Must be nice to have a ball again?”

Another painful jab from her, I was almost getting numb to them at this point. Instead I looked down at the mess between my legs in despair. The bitch was right, if I wanted to be with Sweetie Belle I would have to accept that she would cheat on me over and over. I could no longer satisfy her needs, and she would still have those needs even if I didn't. Not that I'd apparently been doing a great job of satisfying her before, but being a gelding would sure make it a lot worse. She'd have to find pleasure from someone else, someone who still had balls, and a dick that could actually get hard.

“Is that why you gelded me?” I asked dejectedly. “So she would find someone to cheat on me with?”

“No, she didn't need my help to do that,” Diamond replied, “I only really crushed your nut because you asked me to.”

I asked you to?!” I shouted.

“Yeah,” she said, annoyed at my outburst. “I wasn't planning to leave you a gelding, not more than you already were anyway. It's probably for the best though. Will help with your jealousy problem if nothing else.”

“I asked you to?” I repeated, feeling my anger reaching a boiling point. “I was just sitting here and you started breaking my nut! You already knew I only had one and you stomped on it!”

“Well I had to make sure you stayed put somehow. Couldn't have you rushing over and opening thst door. That would have been awkward,” Diamond defended herself. “You needed to accept what was happening, besides, I didn't do any damage that wouldn't have healed on its own.”

I winced, remembering the painful crunches my ball had given as she was just pinning me in place.

“Or at least that a doctor couldn't have fixed,” she admitted. “Balls are so fragile, but I knew what I was doing and I didn't break it completely until you told me to.’

I felt like a ton of bricks had just hit me between the legs. Fuck, I had said that, hadn't I? I had felt like everything was over and asked her to put me out of my misery. I let out a deep groan of frustration and pain as I realized I was at least in part to blame for what had happened to my stallionhood.

“Oops, sorry,” Diamond said, not sounding anywhere near as sorry as she should have. “Guess I misunderstood what you asked for, but it's no big loss.”

I didn't even have the energy to lash out at her for that one as she leaned in to assess the damage herself.

“Hay maybe it can still be fixed,” she mused, giving my flat sack a prod that sent a bolt of pain through my body. “No, probably not,” she admitted, rolling the broken pieces beneath her hoof. “I really did pop that thing huh? There’s barely any solid chunks left.”

I felt hope I didn't know I still harboured flicker out as another wave of nauseating pain washed over me. I'd known it was broken beyond repair since the moment I woke up. It was sadly an injury I'd experience once before. It was no comfort to know I'd never experience it again. Diamond had stopped playing with the remains, but I still felt like throwing up.

The sound of a flushing toilet coming from the bathroom reminded us that we were running out of time. Soon our partners would exit that door and we'd have to face the music. How the buck was I going to explain what had happened?

“How about this,” Diamond whispered in my ear. “You don't tell her what I did, and I won't tell her you cheated on her.”

“She's the one who cheated,” I protested, intent to tell Sweetie Belle everything and then… then I wasn't sure what I'd do, beg her to take me back? Or I could dump her on the spot and live the rest of my life in lonely misery? Put it like that, it felt like I didn't really have a choice.

“Really, then who's pussy juice is that on your hoof?” Diamond shot back.

I stared at my hoof, buck me but she was right, I had cheated on my mare! It seemed trivial in comparison to the rest, but I also knew it was another wedge driven into our already fractured relationship.

“Just pretend nothing happened,” Diamond encouraged me. “I'll say we just jacked ourselves off without looking at each other.

“What about the fact that I lost my second ball?” I shot back. “She's definitely going to notice that.”

“Not if she dumps you for cheating on her first!” Diamond shot back, then offered: “I can make it look like an accident, that way she'll still blame me, but won't be as mad.”

Like I was going to let her get off the hook that easily!

“Why in Tartarus would I do that?” I asked.

Diamond was ready with a reply; “Well for one, I won't have to tell her you asked me to geld you and had me jack you off afterwards, or…” she gave a sinister grin, ”I could tell her I broke it in self defense. That you tried to force yourself on me and I struck back. That's my pussy juices on your hoof, maybe you shouldn't have tried to shove it where it wasn't welcome.”

Okay that was a low blow, but it landed. I didn't think Sweetie Belle would belive her, but she could probably lace enough truths together to sow doubt about what happened. And; buck the audacity of this bitch!

“It'll be your word against mine,” she smirked. “And I'm a way better liar than you, one-nut.”

Before I could tell her to buck off and stuff herself with a cactus, our argument was cut short by the click of a lock.

Such a simple noise, and yet it made both of us fall silent. I held my breath as the seconds dragged by and nothing happened. Sweetie Belle was probably as nervous as me about opening the pandora’s box. The door was a barrier, separating our relationship as it had been from what it would soon become.

I felt the sweat roll off my forehead and sting my eyes as I waited for that door to open. It was nothing to the pain between my legs, yet the waiting was still agonizing. My love had just cheated on me, and I had been gelded while she was at it. How would she react, how would I react?

The door started to swing open, we would soon find out.